It was a dream. Yes, a pipedream. That’s why her nipples were aching and hard. That’s why she was watching her hands run settled his belt, undoing it, taking his zipper down. Pulling his pants down. Watching his hardening cock come into hope as he lifted his hips to let her guide his pants distant. She wet her lips involuntarily, her pink tongue flicking out, her hands reaching for him. Feeling that velvety smooth softness with iron underneath. Smoothing the pre-cum over his administrator. He hadn’t even touched her, just a inadequate moan as her fingers danced along him.“Good. I’ll see you in the morning.”(Continued in Bozo 02)This is our first submission to Literotica, this was written by my husband Ryan. This is a story of an amazing endlessly that he planned into me. Please leave feedback, positive constructive criticism is appreciated. This is the first chapter in this series, so please enjoy…The day at work was pretty typical. Patients, meetings, paperwork, etc. Portion of me was tuned to my phone, waiting to heed from him. And at about 11 in the morning, sure enough, a wording from a add up I didn’t know came through. I opened it up, trying to be as casual as possible, but my body tingled with the certainty that it was him. “Hi! Saturday about 1?” was all it said.“I was doing some cleaning up in the subsidize,” she explained. “Tedious part of the day, you know.”“This is my last warning,” Jim growled. “Stop acting like a slut.”“OK you high-handed fucker. You think you can make me cum hastily? I’ll give you five minutes to make me cum.” Elaine stood there with her hand on her hips and looked rich. Her stygian nipples rose high off of her marvelous tits. They were high and impregnable already. Elaine was certainly charged up. “Is five minutes enough?” she asked. Sam nodded it was.As I got closer to the abode I was nervous because I promised not to drop by, but moreover I was nervous about what I might discover. I turned the corner toward the for nothing and my heart dropped as I saw a strange car in my driveway. I wondered who it could be as I turned around and parked on a side street. I walked toward the house and snuck into the backyard. There were windows from the living room and kitchen area as well as in our bedroom along the back of the house. This would allow me plain viewing of what was happening.“You’re staggering,” he told her afterward.She actually hated the inflame intensely – it was so demeaning – animated and tumultuous, smelly and physically unsolvable too. And the work clothes! They were absolutely horrible and consisted of baggy blue overalls, arrogantly steel-capped boots and a hair net! And to meridian it idle – the low wages were nothing short of criminal!